09-13-2016, 10:34 AM
On all live and dead languages,for all the people from times,
present and past,
before all divinities,
love is the soul of existence...
From the naked beginning,
to to naked end,
destined wave utopia,
to caress space and time,
to move relativities,
to refute laws,
to be truth in the lie...
Love is from all times and for all times,
in Heaven,
in Valhalla,
in Jannah,
here on Earth,
in the space of the living,
love is life...
Love is the new horizon,
sight at the end of the light,
more bright, more powerfull,
more sincere than the divinities,
pagan and modern,
more sacred than God,
Odin,
Allah...
Love is inside us... in all the pores of our bodies,
in our every drop of blood,
fellling the heat embracing me,
that core,
lives to maximum...
Love is in the breath,
shared together,
life blooming heart,
in the middle of the winter nevermore...
Love is in the sky,
on earth,
for me,
for her,
for today,
for tomorrow,
for eternity...
Love is all the amount of hope,
in the climax of despair ... all that noise fate,
that doesn't leave you in loneliness,
in the futile age...
Love is in the memories and pictures from the past,
in our hearts,
with kisses sealing our souls,
four eyes and two shadows,
to be eternaly over death...
Love is in the fantasy,
in the dream light as spring,
in all the grace and beauty before me,
it fulfils like...
Love,
fraction of the dream of perfection,
one step behind her... three hundred steps before her...
Love...
present and past,
before all divinities,
love is the soul of existence...
From the naked beginning,
to to naked end,
destined wave utopia,
to caress space and time,
to move relativities,
to refute laws,
to be truth in the lie...
Love is from all times and for all times,
in Heaven,
in Valhalla,
in Jannah,
here on Earth,
in the space of the living,
love is life...
Love is the new horizon,
sight at the end of the light,
more bright, more powerfull,
more sincere than the divinities,
pagan and modern,
more sacred than God,
Odin,
Allah...
Love is inside us... in all the pores of our bodies,
in our every drop of blood,
fellling the heat embracing me,
that core,
lives to maximum...
Love is in the breath,
shared together,
life blooming heart,
in the middle of the winter nevermore...
Love is in the sky,
on earth,
for me,
for her,
for today,
for tomorrow,
for eternity...
Love is all the amount of hope,
in the climax of despair ... all that noise fate,
that doesn't leave you in loneliness,
in the futile age...
Love is in the memories and pictures from the past,
in our hearts,
with kisses sealing our souls,
four eyes and two shadows,
to be eternaly over death...
Love is in the fantasy,
in the dream light as spring,
in all the grace and beauty before me,
it fulfils like...
Love,
fraction of the dream of perfection,
one step behind her... three hundred steps before her...
Love...